Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 September 1940 — Page 13

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HE'S KEEPIN OUT JEST ENOUGH TO PLT HIM IN SHAPE TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM THET FELLER! HE PICKS EM OLD, T00, SO THEY | CAN'T OUTRUN HIM!

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SATURDAY, SEPT.

FUNNY SIDE UP By Abner Doan

NOTE TH SIZE O' . TH! GUY KE'S PICKIN TO KEEP HIS MONEY/ HE NEVER ASKS ME ANY MORE, ‘CAUSE HE KNOWS HE CAN'T GIT IT /

EGAD, MARTHA, THE BAKED BEANS AND ZZ 2 oa KEEPIN Out

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' YESTERDAY: Vera isn’t worried wher & gossip columnist repor{s her going wit Ross Clark Jr. She thinks young Clark has political ambitions, needs money. Su Mary goes shopping, sees headlines telling of a strike at Smithson. Rioting. Picke lines. When she calls Joe, he suggests she may have had a pipeline through the YP group. |

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| CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ! IT, WASN'T until that bitter moment that she did remember the full significance of Nick's remark. Joe was no fool. She knew now that he [realized where she had

heard rumblings of strike threats.| She knew how disturbed, how trou-| bled and| puzzled he must be. But] now that trouble had arisen at the| Plant—just as Nick had foretold— she was more insistent than ever in her ol to learn what force was

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She wondered if she could find fl . wi : ” the courage to go out with Nick : | ~.—, QUIETER FOR SEVERAL DAYS Gop. 19008 NER SERGE, WE. ¥.W. WE. S_EA. OFF since her eyes had been opened; ‘ : r ; ; pu now that|she had broken away | from the [childish dream; now that she knew her true love for Joe. And

tke she had to find the “Call up the broadcasting company and tell that woman her

in’ : 19 It was even harder than she had] slip’s ‘showing!

anticipated to be with Nick. He was charming, eager to please, amusing, and in a lover's mood. “You're | sweet. You're lovely. || You're not like other girls. Not like any| girl I ever knew,” he said. “Tonight we won’t think of work. We'll think of us. “You care for me, don't you?’ he asked | seriously. “There isn't

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THAT - GET OUT AN’ WALK”

AW, LET'S FORGET ABOUT THE MOON AND STOP ANY+ How.”

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demanded, holding her closer. . Zs “Oh, Nick, why must you be so serious?”| |She pushed him away. “We havent time to be silly—and emotional. | “We have so much—so much in common,” she insisted. “I mean the work, and the election. Tell me about iy ai haven't had a chance

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I'M TAKIN? YOO ALIVE , HANLON/ to really talk to you in days.” If only she could learn something about his real plans, it would make this date most bearable. “Work—plans—” He drew her closer again, kissed her. “Let the others talk about work and plans—”

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SHE WAS frightened. More than she had cver been before. This was a new Nick. Intense and demanding. | “It's only [because I thought you wanted me | to understand things; wanted me to stop being blind and stupid—" “You aren't blind—or- stupid,” he murmured. "A little perhaps, when you won't see how much I care for

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. you. But not about other things.” She peisisted and finally talked. With his arms around her, holding 'her| tightly, he told her what the election would mean.

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“Calling Car 16—calling Car 16—cut that out!”

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“We have to get Fritz King elected. He's our man. He's schooled ‘in| the party pattern, and! he'll be our opening wedge in| creating a | in this state.” “Old Miller is a fool. Hell run as governor| again and he'll put up, a stiff battle, put we can lick him. Plenty comes out in an election campaign. Meybe we'll show that he's wasting| the state's money, playing a little private business of his own. Why, then we'd be all set.” od : “I thought, though, that he was respected—and capable. At least the papers say so.”. Sue Mary led him on. (1

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contralled press. Not a free press. Read our paper. He's backed by big money. He hasn't the interests of the people at heart.” | “Speaking of the people,” Sue Mary said casually, “there was a riot at the Smithson factory, wasn’t there?” | | Nick ra

“The hel the capitalistic-|

“A strike? Yes. But it hasn't really started—yet. “I bet | th war-mongers . are plenty worried, If Smithson stops production for|a couple of months the plane factory might just as well stop trying to keep up to schedule The Gull plant depends on them for parts. and a strike would really show the hig boys that the workers are the ones that make the wheels go ‘round. Millions for this defense and what| about relief? What about wages?”| | : “But defense |is pretty important right now, Nick, isn't it? I mean shouldn't we | forget about other problems and be soldiers out of uniform?” | . “Who have you been talking to?” Nick took her| face between his hands and Jodiied at her. There was no laughter in his eyes now. They were narrow and searching. Sue Mary tried to smile. “Why,” Nick. I can read. You taught me to read the ne yspapers, don't you p ber?” Tome ged. he tnld her sulleniy. He pushed her away and continued ‘to |look at her. “I thought you could see the truth: not be taken in| by this stuff you read in the daily| papers. : “No,” he said |slowly, still star.ing at her throiigh narrowed eves. «Someone has been talking to you. It's that Joe. He works at Smith<on, doesn’t he? | [You see him, don't

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8 2 =n SHE SWALLOWED against the lump in her throat. ['Of course. I know him and sometimes I have dates with him, So what, Nick? He's not you. I'm with you almost every day. And I'm with Vera and Natalie. You're my friends—" "Nick fumbled for a cigaret and lighted "it. “youlre not like Vera or Natalie He looked up suddenly. “Maybe you're working too hard at the office, How are things going there?” || 1t was like a game, Sue Mary thought, each trying to maneuver the other into an admission. “The ofice—? Oh, we're still busy. But Vera can tell you that.” “She's making good there, isn't 0” r yes” Sue Mary said. “Everyone likes her. EV n the president’s ” | . Nick blew out a cloud of smoke and studied the red ‘glow of the . cigaret. “What does he do?” : . “oh—not much.| He's more the playboy.” she said lightly. “Of . course, Vera says he has: political . ambitions, but I wouldn't know. He thinks Vera's all right.” She knows him pretty well.” She watched him for a reaction.

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“Chief, you don’t understand—in America man outside kettle, chicken inside kettle!”

THIS CURIOUS WORLD

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By William Ferguson

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tonight.” “The Bird Cage,” Sue Mary said wonderingly. ‘That's the big gambling plage, isn't it?” “Yes,” |Nick said, drawing her

“Yes. She said ‘she'd gone out with him a few times. In fact

close agains “Like to go? We could,

they were to go to the Bird Cage lyou know. We couldn't play for the

stakes that Clark plays for, but we could go and see *how the other half plays. Let's go.” (To Be Continued)

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WELL, EVERY DAY OR SO-- ONE O' THEM PENCILS DISAPPEARS THERE'S NO MONEY LEFT ON THE COUNT ER: BUT-- INSTEAD -- A NICE MESS O'TOMATOES ~~ OR A COUPLA FINE ; HEADS OF CABBAGE--~GOOD SWAPPIN' | CALLS IT BUT MYSTERIOUS VERY (YAWN) MYS--TER-IOUS-= “a

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